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| So at about noon we hopped in the truck and drove back to the high school.We hadn't really made a plan, and once I pulled the truck into the parkinglot, I wasn't sure what to say or do. "Can you get the truck back to the house?" I asked. "I got it here last night." I couldn't imagine exactly how he would manage. "Well OK. I'll probably shower at the hotel, and check out, and then pickup some groceries over at Sparkle Market. I might be a couple of hours." "I'll be at the house. I ain't going anywhere." I slid out of the truckand watched him as he slid his butt across the bench seat, positioninghimself behind the wheel. He stuck his right leg diagonally out if front ofhim, over into the passenger space beside him. He put the truck in gear,with his left foot on the brake. "Be careful," I said. I couldn't help myself. "I figure worst case scenario I wreck the truck and break my leg." Helaughed. It was the first time I had heard him laugh since I'd been back inOhio. "See you in a bit." "See you in a bit." That was in the beginning of July. My plan had been to spend a day or twoin Elyria, and then drive to New York to spend a week carousing in the Cityand going to the theatre before heading back to Brussels. News of theburgeoning post-Stonewall gay community in Manhattan had made its way evento me, and I was anxious to walk the streets of Greenwich Village amongstthe men who now made that part of the city their home. I also wanted to goback to Columbia, and walk the campus where I had spent so many happy daysand nights after leaving Elyria and Ohio behind me for what I thought wasonce and for all. Instead, I got rid of my rental car and spent the rest ofthe summer at Joey's house. It wasn't something I decided to do so much assomething that just happened. One day turned into two, which turned intothree, and then a week, and then all of the sudden the end of August wasupon us and I had a plane back to Belgium to catch out of JFK.It was the second night that I stayed with Joey in Elyria when we learnedhow to make love to each other again. It is about nine o'clock on Sundaynight. I am sitting on the Davenport reading. Joey is in the bathroom. Ican hear him running water and brushing his teeth. I hear the bathroom dooropen, and I look up as Joey swings out into the living room. He iscompletely naked except for the cast on his leg. "You coming to bed old man?" He has a sheepish grin on his face, and I cansee that his cock that had been flaccid during our bathing exercise the daybefore is now tumescent between his legs. This thicker cock swings heavilyas he propels himself forward on his crutches. It is the first hint of sexsince I arrived. "Who's calling who old?" I tease him. "Seems kind of early to be turningin." "Come on. Lose some clothes and help an old cripple up into bed." Withthat he turns around and heads toward the bedroom. I watch his white ass retreat from the living room, the pair of woodencrutches framing his ass cheeks. From behind, his long white cast seemsalmost to be an organic part of him. I think to myself that Joey looksalmost more natural with a cast on his leg than without. My cock stirs inmy jeans. I stand up and peel off my T-shirt and follow him. As I come upbehind him I reach out and touch his shoulder. As I touch him he stops. Weare just in front of the bed. He swivels on his crutches and with anawkward hop on his left foot he turns and faces me. His cock is now nearlycompletely hard. I step up close to him, brushing his protruding cockagainst my jeans. Balancing on his left foot he takes both crutches in onehand and holds them out to me. I take them and lean them against the wall,and then I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his back. Our open mouthsmeet and suddenly we are hungrily devouring each other. I reach around andgrab his ass cheeks in my hands and pull him hard against me. His castswings between my legs and through my jeans I can feel the hard plasterrubbing against my hard cock. He leans heavily against me and we nearly lose our balance. I have to stepbackwards quickly to stop us from falling. I help Joey steady himself onone leg, and then ease him slowly backwards into a sitting position on theend of the bed, his left leg bent at the knee, his right leg with theplaster cast sticking straight out, between my legs. Placing his fists downonto the mattress, Joey uses his powerful arms and shoulders to lift himselfup and move himself deeper into the middle of the bed, so that his cast issupported and no longer sticking out over the edge. I step out of my jeansand underwear and peel off my white tube socks. My own cock is now stickingup fully erect as well. I step forward and kneel on the mattress betweenJoey's legs. He pulls me down on top of him. I can feel the hard plasterof his cast against the skin of my naked legs. Our open mouths meet againand our hard cocks press against our bellies between us. I explore Joey'sface with my hands as we kiss, feeling his mustache and beard and hardcheekbones. He runs his hands up and down my back, and over my ass. I movemy hands from his face to his body, running them down the sides of hischest. With my left hand I reach down and touch the top of his cast. Ifeel where his hip ends and the cast begins. I run my hand along the top ofthe cast, toward his inner thigh, feeling his skin and the soft cottonpadding and the hard edge of the plaster. I shift my weight off of himslightly so that I can run my hand all the way in between his legs. With myhand I can feel his warm furry testicles and his hard cast at the same time.Stroking his testicles with my thumb, I slide my other four fingers insidethe top of his cast, reaching down into the soft cotton padding against hisskin. Seemingly in response, he raises his hips up off the mattress,grinding his cock against me. I sit up on my knees, so that I am straddling Joey's cast, facing him. Isit back on my haunches, lowering myself onto his cast, so that the hardsmooth plaster surface rides against the cheeks of my ass. I lean back andreach behind me, taking his toes that stick up out of the cast in thefingers of my right hand. He extends his toes up into the palm of my hand,and I extend my fingers down over his long toes to the edge of the hardcast. My hips sit just at his knee, where his cast bends slightly up,freezing his leg in an angled position. I lower myself even further downonto his cast, grinding my hips is a slow circular motion so that my asscheeks spread slightly and I can feel his hard bent plaster knee close to myass-hole. I move my hips in a rutting motion so that I can feel the surfaceof the plaster scraping against the sensitive ridge of flesh between my asshole and my balls. My cock jumps and leaks and smacks against my belly. Atthe same time I lean further back, arching my back, and extend my fingersdown over the top of Joey's toes and along the bottom of his foot. I pushwith my fingers, sliding them in between the soft sole of his foot and hiscast. I push them in as far as I can, almost to the center of his arch. Ipress my fingers into the soft flesh of his foot, dragging my nails alongthe arc of his instep. I feel Joey shudder beneath me, and hear his cockslap against his abdomen. I extend my fingers in the other direction, upinto the cotton batting of the cast. Beyond the cotton I run into the hardrestraining wall of plaster that prevents my fingers from extending anyfarther. My palm is sweaty, wedged tightly between the bottom of Joey'sfoot and the cast. I moan softly as I bear down with my hips and pelvis onJoey's plaster stiffened knee. I pull my hand out of the bottom of his castand drag my hips forward, so that I am straddling the wider part of the castthat cover's Joey's thigh. I can feel Joey raise his cast slightly off themattress, increasing the pressure of the plaster against my throbbing,swollen perineum. I am kneeling on the bed next to Joey. He is spread out before me, naked,lying on his back. His cast covers more than two thirds of the length ofthe bed. The white cast on the white sheets separate the toes on his rightfoot from the rest of his body. Sticking up out of the cast they seem tofloat, unattached. His hips and groin rise up out of the top of the cast.I lean over him, covering his cast with my chest. With my right hand Ireach down and grab the end of his cast where his toes stick out. I push myfingers down inside along the top of his foot. With my fingers on theinside between his foot and the cotton padding of the cast, and my thumb onthe hard outer plaster wall, I hold the edge of his cast in the palm of myhand. With my left hand I reach up to the top of his cast which sits nearlyat his waist. I grab the top of his cast the way I have grabbed the bottom,pushing my fingers is over the lip of the cast, along the top of his thigh.I push my fingers down inside as far as they will go, and I pull up and outon the edge of the cast, as if I could peel it away. Bent over him likethat, my arms span the length of his cast, reconnecting his toes and hiships with my own flesh. I pull on the two ends of the cast, as if I couldcollapse it, but the plaster does not give way. I let my head fall down ontop of his, and I bury my face in the soft bush of his groin, covering hisballs with my open mouth. Still holding both ends of his cast, I take hishard cock in my mouth, trying to contain all of him. I force his cockdeeper into my throat, swallowing its length, and pull on the hard plasterends of his long leg cast. Against the fingers of my right hand I feel histoes curl down tightly and then extend away from the cast as I suck him. Ashe begins to move his hips, grinding his pelvis against my face, I can feelthe length of the plaster cast moving beneath me against my chest. As hehumps up into my mouth the top wide part of the cast that covers his thighmoves up as well, into the soft under part of my arm. At the same time, theplaster that covers his foot and heel moves down into the soft mattress, andthe bend in the cast at his knee pokes up sharply into my sternum. When hemoves his hips away from my mouth, partly withdrawing his cock before hefills my mouth again, the two ends of his cast move in opposite directions,the wide part that opens onto the top of his thigh sinking into themattress, and the narrower end where his foot emerges coming all the way upoff the bed, his toes pointing towards the ceiling. Joey has begun tosoftly moan. My shoulders start to ache with the awkward stretch it takesto hold both ends of his moving cast. I scoot my hips forward so that I canrub my own engorged cock against the hard smooth plaster. From somewherenear the top of the bed, in a barely audible whisper, I hear the words "fuckme." There is no easy way to fuck a man with a hip to toe cast on his leg. Joeycannot throw his legs up on my shoulders and let me fuck him on his back theway we used to when we were young. Neither can he kneel on the bed and takeit from behind the way they do in porno movies. Where there is a will thereis a way, however, and working together, slowly, gently, we find a way tomake love. Joey rolls over onto his stomach, and I lay on top of him. Theangle is not quite right, so we put some pillows under his pelvis to raisehis butt up off the bed a little bit. I kneel between Joey's legs andspread his ass cheeks, licking him and tonguing him and using my wet fingersto tease and play with his soft tight asshole. Then I lay down on top ofhim again, my chest against his back. My body fits his almost like a glove.My right leg rests along the back of his cast, bending at the knee where hisknee bends. He raises his hips slightly up off of the pillows, and I pressmyself gently into him, filling him with my cock. I wrap my arms around hischest, and crossing my hands on the mattress, reach up and touch his facewith the back of my fingers. Our bodies move slowly together, down and up,as I gently ride him. The feeling of his soft flesh and his hard castmoving together below me drives me wild, and I know I will come quicklyunless I hold back. I stop moving inside him, trying to regain control, toprolong our slow lovemaking as long as I can. The top of my right foot isnestled over the bottom edge of his cast. I extend my toes as far as I can,moving them beyond the hard edge of the cast, so that I can touch theunderside of his naked toes with my own. I am worried that lying on top ofhim I will hurt him. "Are you OK?" I whisper. "Yeah," he grunts back softly. "Am I hurting you?" "No. Not really. I mean I'm OK." "Do you want me to stop?" "No!" He is insistent. "I don't want to hurt you." "You won't. I mean, I can feel it. But it's OK. It reminds me I have abroken leg." "Tell me if you want me to stop." "I will." I start moving on top of him again, slowly humping him, and his cast. Wemove together, and the plaster cast moves with us. Inside, Joey is soft andhot and wet. Outside, his cast is hard and cool and smooth. I fuck Joeyand his plaster cast. I reach under him and grab his cock, stroking it aswe move together on the mattress. We ride and ride like that for what seemslike a very long time, and then we both come, almost together. I pump hotropy jism into his gut, and he spurts white sticky come over my hand andinto the white sheets below us. My right knee is scraped nearly raw fromriding the back of his cast. And so the next month passes. We learn how to fasten plastic garbage bagstogether, fashioning a protective layer that allows us to shower together,Joey holding my shoulders for balance as we stand under the running water.We take some day trips together, to Cedar Point in Sandusky, to the countyfair, to Columbus for the beer festival. We visit the doctor together andJoey gets a new cast, equally long and hard as the first one. The doctorsays he is healing well. Joey's arms and shoulders grow even stronger fromhauling himself around on crutches. Neither one of us talk about the end ofthe summer. One night several days before I have to fly to New York to catch my returnflight to Brussels, I ask Joey if he wants to come with me. "Overseas?" "Yeah. Back to Brussels." I have clearly taken him by surprise. "I don't know Pete. I can't. I don't think I can. I mean, with my leg andall. My doctor is here. He said I might need to have surgery on my kneethis winter. And he wants to fix my ankle. Besides. I have the gasstation. And this house of mom's to look after." "I suppose you're right." "I guess you wouldn't think about staying here? In Ohio?" "Oh Joey. As much as I'd love to. I have to go back. I love teaching. Ilove the school I work at. They're expecting me. School starts in a weekand a half." "Sure. It was a crazy idea I guess. What would you do here?" "I'd take care of you." "I can look after myself. I won't have this cast to drag around forever." "No. I guess not. Will you miss it?" "The cast? I don't know. Maybe. I doubt it. You'll miss it." "Me? Yeah, I guess I will. I'll miss you more." "You'll miss us both. But you'll get over it." "A man and his cast are not easy to forget. Not the two of you Joey." "No. I guess not." "You should come to Europe next summer. To visit. We can go all around.I'll take you to London, and Paris. You should be walking fine by then." "We'll see." And that was that. Two days later Joey drove me to the airport inCleveland, in his truck, driving with his left foot, his casted right legangled up front under the dash. I felt guilty for leaving him again, andsick at heart, but I didn't know how to stop myself from walking away. Iremember waving good-bye with a lump in my throat, and looking back at himstanding there in the gate area leaning on his crutches, handsome as ever,his right leg still encased in plaster swinging in front of him. For alltime, that is the image of Joey that will stick in my mind. That man andhis cast! I raise my hand to waive goodbye. Joey waves, leaningprecariously on his crutches. As I lower my hand I bring it by my nose. Ican smell Joey on my fingers. I can smell his skin and his saliva, and Ican smell the plaster of his cast. |
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